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Summary: All he wanted was to forget, to have a fresh new start. And so did she.

Author's note: This is set after the end of LIS with the "Save Arcadia Bay" ending. As for Game of Thrones, it is set in a modern universe and the characters are at the end of season 2, personality wise.

WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CAN CONTAINS HEAVY THEMES SUCH AS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPTS, SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, BULLYING ETC. IF YOU ARE ILL-AT-EASE WITH THESE SUBJECTS, FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION.

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Chapter 3

"Look, it's the false religious man!"

"Guess Sunday School had its appeal after getting busted!"

"Gods, he's such a whore! I'm sure he was paid by old ladies to eat them up!"

Lancel tried to block people's words as he walked down the corridors of the campus. Some voices were the ones of people who had shown kindness to him when he arrived not so long ago. It had been like that for two months, and even the Christmas holidays break didn't manage to ease the fever of judgement and hate towards him that was spreading like a disease. He didn't know who did that and why but someone had taken the letter he received from Joffrey from the trash can and had it distributed around school revealing what he had been desperate to set aside, to put behind him:

The fact that he had been a dirty cunt who did nasty things.

Things he wasn't proud of.

Things he was deeply and genuinely sorry for.

He had helped in bullying a girl so that his only "friends" wouldn't leave him alone.

And he had done something that led a man to his grave.

However, he didn't try to fight back or to explain. They wouldn't listen, they wouldn't understand, the truth wasn't their appeal. And he had to be honest with himself, he was tired of fighting. That was all he had been doing for a year and a half, between judgements from his own family, apart from his parents and siblings, Joffrey's words, the students' words, the realization that he was loved only because he was a Lannister and a golden ticket to Joffrey's crew, the realization of his own wrong doings for a chimera and trying to make things right, he had felt as if he was barely living. He had tried his best to make amends and it worked to an extent. His decision to move to Arcadia Bay had been for a fresh new start, it was true, but it was for his love for photography as well, just as much as his deep desire to start over. And now, it was certainly ruined and for what reason, he didn't know. He hadn't hurt anyone here. Maybe it was just because he was the new kid. With a famous name. Juicy gossips tasted better with a drop of celebrity. He felt relieved enough by knowing that Max, Warren and Kate didn't pay any attention to it. It eased him even more in Kate's case. While he valued Max and Warren's friendship, Kate meant so much more. He didn't know why, or how it happened, but if he would be sad to let who he called Grahamfield, because Max and Warren had started dating, down, it would destroy him to see that he had broken the trust Kate had placed in him. He felt so at ease with her, everything was easy, there was no mask worn, it was just him, her and the cup of tea.

"So convenient to play the God card after you get caught."

"He's such a loser!"

How could he make them understand that the Gods saved him from becoming mad when he had fallen severely ill after a car accident? When the wound he had festered, when he got septicaemia and depression, when no one except the one girl he made miserable came to keep him company sometimes?

"I'm sure he fucked a family member! Lannisters are an ancient family, perhaps they got the Targaryen vice?"

How could he explain to them how twisted his relationship with Cersei was?

Cersei was married to an oaf, his boss, as he worked for him during the summer, someone who didn't love her, who didn't speak kindly to her and who occasionally slapped her. She went to him, with tears in her eyes, stating he was beating her and her cheek had been so red he had to believe her. She also said she was getting worried, he was drinking more and more and she feared he'd attack the children one day, because he thought she cheated on him and that the children weren't his, but Jaime's, her own twin brother.

Lancel wanted to help but he was lost in what he could do. She told him she had a plan, all he had to do was going to Robert for work, as he usually did. All he had to do was playing the good assistant, giving him all the beers he wanted. Soon enough, Robert died in a hunting accident due to alcohol. And to thank him, Cersei found it fitting to offer a night with her. He was shocked at first. She was a widow, he was her first cousin, she was twice his age but he couldn't deny that she was beautiful. And she had such kind words for him, words that felt real… She even promised him she'd help him in leaving Joffrey's crew without consequences…

A part of it had wanted it just as much as it feared it.

Wanted it because Cersei was gorgeous, he needed to feel loved on another level than familial level, because she made him feel big and confident, and she was offering all that. Feared it because he was worried.

Worried she'd sell him out if he refused her. Before he helped and even after. He was nothing and she could crush him.

He had felt loved, for a time, even happy and it had showed on his face and attitude. He even thought he was in love with her.

But when it became clear Joffrey was going too far, when he asked him to help her in raping Sansa by holding her down, he had refused him. This was going to a point he didn't want to reach and he denounced him, saving the girl. Cersei had seemed so cold when he explained why he did that. Because it was the right thing to do. She threatened him to denounce him to the police because of what he did to Robert. He outsmarted her by confessing the whole story to his father.

A father who never blamed him.

A father who didn't punish him as he saw him as a victim too in that story.

A father who put Cersei back into place.

Her plan had worked so well that Lancel couldn't be held accountable for making Robert drunk, as Robert asked for more beers and several witnesses heard him and saw how badly he treated his son verbally. Cersei reacted by sabotaging his car, which caused his accident and when she visited him at the clinic, the only time she did, she broke his heart by stating she never loved him, every kiss, every embrace, every touch made her sick, that he meant nothing, that she never cared for him, he was a tool, a dildo, something she could throw away and if she had been allowed to, she would strangle him right on his bed while his father was away to grab a coffee at the vending machine.

During his time at the hospital, he had time to think and he realized with horror that he loathed the man he had become. And the faith of his mother had been something that helped him through that mental torture. He wanted to be a better man. He apologized to Sansa, told her he wasn't expected to be forgiven as he had been cruel to her and if she decided to never forgive him, it was okay. She replied she needed time to think, something she understood. He apologized to all the people he had hurt. He properly left Joffrey's group. People at school seemed to leave him in peace, rather shocked to see a minion of "King Joffrey", as they called him, leave him and apologize to the people he had hurt. That was a rare sight.

"Go back fucking your cousin, perv!"

He sighed. They would never understand. It was starting all over again. Max, Warren and Kate were there but one day, they'd leave, they'd leave if they learnt the truth and he'd be alone again. Joffrey was right, he was going to destroy him one way or another.

He entered his room and gasped as he discovered the place had been sacked. His bed had been flipped over, papers and books scattered all over the place, his computer opened on his Facebook page, and on the floor, as well as on the walls, people had written, with red paint, some words he could still hear from earlier.

Pervert.

Hypocrite.

Cousin fucker.

Fake.

Crazy Sparrow.

Someone even wrote he should die because no one would miss such a two faced bitch. He dropped off his bag and went to fetch water and sponges. He erased, the best he could, the words. Fortunately, the paint was fresh, it wouldn't leave marks. After that, he made his bed again and cleaned up his room. It was as if nothing happened.

"They must have been disappointed by my Facebook journal. I hardly post anything personal there and no one sends me messages anyway." He thought as he sat down.

His phone vibrated. It was Joffrey again.

Condom failure

His thumb went to hit erase before Lancel hesitated.

Condom failure.

He knew it was false. He was born after sixteen years of marriage. His parents tried hard to have a child, they passed so many tests they lost count and it was when they were ready to give up and to move on that his mother realized he had made his way to her wombs. He was desired. Hell, he had been desired, yearned, craved for years! So no, Lancel knew he definitely wasn't born out of a faulty condom. But Joffrey was right. He was a failure. He was a disappointment, certainly not the child his parents were dreaming of. He gave them nothing but troubles, even if it was beyond his control. They loved him, they loved him so much when he wasn't worthy of such affection and attention. He wasn't worthy of all the sacrifices they were making for him. He was no fool, he knew his father certainly had to deal with the clan due to sending him here. His parents… Who always put him first while all he deserved was to be put last, if not down. He had never felt so low. Not even Myrcella's cheerful call earlier could make him smile like it did hours ago, when she asked about his well-being, when she announced him her half-brother Gendry had asked for Arya Stark's hand in marriage, when she happily confessed she was dating her first crush, Robb Stark.

Condom failure.

It didn't matter that he changed, that he tried, that he moved away, it would never change, never because he was a curse sent to plague his parents. Tears gathered in his emerald eyes. He was tired, tired of it all. He wanted it to end, it needed to end. But he knew it would never end. That was the curse he was the victim of, and that curse was karma.

Another word from Joffrey.

Eat shit and die

Another one.

No one will miss you, no one will care, no one will attend your funerals. Hell, you won't even have one, you'll just be buried with the poor in the ground without a coffin! No one will care for your grave and the municipality will take your bones out, throw it in the garbage, and destroy your final home. People will cheer at the new of your death, we'll have a blast, a party remembered for years.

Lancel read but he had no feelings, he felt strangely empty. Joffrey was simply announcing facts.

You should die

He stared at it and the four walls of his bedroom were the only witness to his whisper:

"Maybe I should."

To Be Continued